Birthdays
to me are days for reflection. This year I reflected in the taxi on my
way to go grocery shopping. I feel great. I have friends that have
made other choices that don't feel so great. They do special exercises,
they eat special diets, they take special supplements and use special
medicines. But when real life demands some effort, they get tired
before I do. When there's a bug going around
they get sick, but I don't. When the weather changes they get
uncomfortable. It's either too hot, too cold, or too humid or too dry.
Some of them look terrible for their age. They all need more sleep than
I do. Some actually blame MY diet or MY my bad habits for their
weaknesses or illnesses.
Well, I don't care. My favorite
drinks are coffee and coke which I consume in large quantities. My
favorite foods are pizza, ice cream, french fries, steak and popcorn. I
smoke. And yet I feel great, look great, and am doing better
health-wise than most people I know, of any age. Went bushwhacking on
Wutong Mtn. with my buddy Jamon (who shares a birthday with me) to see
birds. We were out for 6 hours without breakfast. He's about the only
one who can keep up around here.
This birthday I gloat over
the good health I've put very little effort into maintaining. God bless
the DeMarcos, Bukowskis and Cattanas for the excellent genetics they
have bestowed.
